It is Wrong by Stormi Willis
It is wrong to throw stuff down in a place you never would have put it and blame others.
It is wrong to not tell your parents how much that you love them before you get too old to think it will matter.
It is wrong not to tell your kids how much their handprint on a piece of paper will matter as they grow up and when they are gone.
It is wrong to believe in perfection when the more perfect you try to be; the worse off you are.
It is wrong to think that because you try to live right in front of your children that they will try to live right behind your back.
It is wrong to tell your spouse you are as smart as they are, even if you are smarter.
It is wrong to write funny crap that makes you laugh and not share it with others because you are afraid of how they will react.
It is wrong to kill flies instead of ignore them because they always multiply.
It is wrong to think no one will ever read all that you write when you are all alone.
It is wrong to think that pizza sauce tastes like pizza on any type of dough.
It is wrong to think that because you are beautiful on the outside that the inside doesn’t matter.
It is wrong to not wake up each day regardless of how you feel and refuse to learn something new.
It is wrong to think that a person in authority is someone that you should always follow.
It is wrong to hide talent behind fear and indecision.
It is wrong to tell your children you can protect them when really, you can’t, you are only human.
It is wrong to tell your kids that the word “ain’t” is not in the dictionary when in fact it is….
It is wrong to settle for telling less than the truth, even when most people want to hear lies.
It is wrong to not savor that first kiss because in a moment it could not matter anymore...
It is wrong not to consider everyone’s reaction before you tell them your plan.
It is wrong to think everyone is out to get you when most of them do not even know what you are made of.
It is wrong to think that private means …private.
It is wrong to think that because your spouse is comfortable by you on the couch that a person can’t get their attention.
It is wrong to assume that because someone else got rich on a “get rich scheme “that you will too.
It is wrong to trust people, because they are just as worthless and incapable of trust as you are.
It is wrong to assume that you can control anything that you didn’t create.
It is wrong to think that your prayers don’t matter to a person who no one has ever prayed for bef
Friday, October 26, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
I will have to upload my foot now and the new boot later
I can't get them uplaoded now, so if I do not get distracted, I will try later.
Go buy the Toe Condom at my ebay store:
OddJunkNobodyWants
I may sell Stinky the Boot next
and some weird metal things I got during my jewelry selling days when everything looked like a jewelry display.
Go buy the Toe Condom at my ebay store:
OddJunkNobodyWants
I may sell Stinky the Boot next
and some weird metal things I got during my jewelry selling days when everything looked like a jewelry display.
My Foot! by Stormi Willis
Most people have heard the idiom “My Foot!” which is an old fashioned saying that means something that you say after repeating something someone has just said, in order to show that you do not believe it. Although this story is painfully true, there will probably be times as you read it that you think to yourself, “My Foot!” but that is fine, because I know the truth of foot pain because I have lived with it for over 11 years.
I am going to start kind of in the middle, because it is the funniest part of the story, so bear with me as I skip around (pardon the pun). During the pre-op stuff, I was dozing off during my MRI when the technician rushes over and asks if my foot was on fire! Something like this:
Me: “Snore, snore”
Tech: (shakes me awake, yelling)”Is your foot burning?”
Me: (rubbing eyes) “Um, not that I know of.”
Tech: “Do you have metal in your foot?” at which point I think surgery has already happened and I now have a screw in my foot.
Me: “Um… Is surgery over?”
Tech: “No you are in pre-op, wake up, tell me do you feel sparks or heat in your foot?”
Me: (JOLTING AWAKE) “What! Fire? Metal? No!! Why?”
Tech: “The machine is seeing metal flakes on that foot. Do you have any idea why?”
Me: “Well, I did have red, white, and blue glittery stars on my nails for the 4th of July.”
It is now September, so I am (thinking)
“What an embarrassing way to admit that I do not always remove polish before reapplying.”
At this point the tech rolls me out of the machine, and looks at my foot and sure enough there was metal flake in the silver polish that I was wearing, so she had to go to emergency room and get polish remover pads for me to remove the polish so I did not have to reschedule.
Tech: “Never in 20 years of doing this have I seen polish cause sparks in the MRI machine!”
Leave it to me to mess up a million dollar machine…
(RANDOM THOUGHT)
I once heard a preacher talking about silly reasons that people miss Church. I know that people do make excuses, but that is beside the point, and completely irrelevant to my foot. The relevant part is that he said as he demonstrated in a funny kind of way, that some people will say, “I can’t go to Church because my big toe hurts.” And he continued to pretend to whine about a bunion, which I am assuming he has never had one of or he would realize the pain they cause. That was when I stood up and yelled “MY FOOT!”
Okay, not really. I did not actually stand up and yell, in reality, but in my mind. You know, kind of like Ally McBeal (who took most of her sitcom reactions from my real life). I imagined myself doing this.
(THE HISTORY OF MY FEET)
Let me explain something:
I do not, nor have I ever been able to stand someone so much as LOOKING AT MY FEET, much less touching them. I could barely stand to touch my own 3 children’s feet to put on shoes; therefore, they went barefooted a lot, which my daddy would not approve of were he still alive. When I was a child, going barefooted was NOT AN OPTION. This man wore shoes in the ocean, in the pool; I think he even wore them to sleep in occasionally. But as parents often are, he was right one day as I ran through the neighbor’s yard when I ran over a sharp pipe they had where the water from their washing machine drained in their yard and nearly cut my foot in half.
Tickling my feet is out of the question. Oddly enough parents think that it is funny to hold their children down and tickle them until they can’t breathe and cry and scream. This should be the only time that it is OKAY FOR A CHILD to beat the crap out of their parents all about the face and head until they STOP tickling the first time a child yells, STOP!!
My husband did not believe the seriousness of the DO NOT TOUCH MY FEET EVER rule and for a long time and thought it was cute to reach for my feet, grab at my feet, and occasionally glance the wrong way at my feet as if he were wondering if I was serious or acting about the importance of the DO NOT TOUCH MY FEET rule. He has even told me that in my sleep, if he WALKS PAST MY FEET to go to the restroom in the middle of the night, while sound asleep, I will jerk my feet up to the fetal position to protect them.
Subsequently (and relevant, I promise), I also do not like water where I cannot touch or see the bottom. I do not go under water unless I am standing on the bottom and holding my nose, STILL. (But the nearly drowning when I was a child stories will have to wait….) The last time my husband touched my feet was in a pool where he talked me into going into the deep end (I must have been drunk enough not to be scared) and he thought that as a reward for trusting him, it would be funny to go UNDER THE WATER AND PULL ME UNDER BY THE FEET. Many head and shoulder bruises, cuss words I cannot type, and 2 weeks of silence later, he realized that it was serious business to NOT TOUCH MY FEET!! I will not go into how he has now passed the tradition of pretending to want to touch my feet onto my children, who have also come to realize that mama is serious, do not touch the feet!
(BACK TO THE FOOT SURGERY STORY)
Now, to the reality of my foot injury and recent (one month ago) surgery on my right foot & big toe joint; I can’t possibly go back through over 11 years worth of details, so I will hit the high points (or the toe points).
Let’s see,
I was pregnant with my son who is now 11 (that is how I remember how long ago the pain began) Not because of my son, really it was because of my hubby, well……….. That didn’t come out right….. Anyway, to sum up the foot injury, We were moving for the 8th or 9th time and I was cleaning junk off our porch and throwing things to one side to keep and another to trash. Somehow during the porch cleaning, there was a fit of rage, a broom, and an argument with my then not near as sweet as he is now, hubby.
The result, a broken foot, which I thought was just a bruised foot. It turned black and blue and swelled up so big that I could not help finish cleaning or moving (aww, too bad). The really ironic thing is that had the internet been as advanced as it is now I could have clicked on this link to know the difference between broken and bruised http://www.ehow.com/how_6044_know-toe-broken.html I just had to share that because in looking for the definition of the terms below to describe the 4 things that were causing the pain in my one toe joint, I ran across the article you will see if you get distracted (as I did) and go to that link.
(DISTRACTION)
After my mother who stays well informed on any and all things, be it true or rumor, told me that the feet were one of the most important parts of the body and could affect your overall health, she said that she had heard that some cultures treat the feet for everything ranging from colds to major illnesses by treating the feet. I did some research and according to several sites of which this summed it up the best, mama was right and one of the best sites that sum this up I found this one http://www.drciprian.com/feet.htm :
Twenty five percent of the bones of your body are in your feet. If any of these bones are misaligned, your entire body could be affected. You might not even feel that you have a foot problem but it can be causing knee problems, hip or low-back problems, shoulder and neck problems and even headaches or stomachaches. Foot problems can also cause emotional stresses and physiological changes in the body like adrenal stress, blood sugar, fatigue and many others. Many doctors look to the mechanics of the foot for proper posture but there is so much more making up the foundation that we stand, walk and run on.
THAT SUMS UP SO MUCH OF MY LIFE THAT IT IS NOT EVEN FUNNY!! BUT, I won’t go there, yet.
OH MY! If only I could stay focused and get less distracted, thus the name of my most recent blog http://www.multidistracted.blogspot.com/
(FAST FORWARD)
...to 4 years ago when I began seeing a foot doctor because the pain had become so great that I was walking on the outside of my right foot and balancing all of my overweight body on the left hip, leg, knee, and ankle. Of course the doctor said I needed to lose weight which is very hard to do when you love food and can’t walk on your foot some days, much less exercise with the pain. In the meantime, he gave me steroid shots in the joint of my big toe. The shots were great, but made me forget I had pain in my foot, so I overdid it and caused further damage to my foot. I would go back; he would give me a shot, etc. Finally, I told him after a few months, that the diet wasn’t going so well and asked if he could, seeing as he was a foot doctor and not a dietician, simply operate on the foot to fix it. However, shortly afterward, after taking a teaching position, I lost my insurance. That is another story entirely and I do not want to get side tracked on insurance, lack thereof, and the ridiculous-ness of the cost of insurance. SO, I tried to ignore the pain, which was sometimes possible, My Foot!! It hurt always…
In the meantime, I had begun to see a chiropractor because of the terrible pain on the left side of my body in my joints which was by now, even worse than the pain in my right foot. Except during those moments when I would be walking along and feel a sharp shooting pain through the bottom of my foot that felt as though someone was stabbing me in the foot with a sharp screwdriver! I could not sleep on my left side because of the joint pain and the fact that my right big toe could not lay against the bed without jolting me awake. Due to the foot or perhaps it would have occurred anyway, I have been taking medicine for fibromyalgia and arthritis.
So, years passed, bringing me to the present. By the time I finally went to another foot doctor (and had lost almost 60 pounds) so I wouldn’t get the “lose weight” excuse.
For those who ask, How did you lose weight? GO HERE http://www.fit4life.lose10in10.com/
Also see a few of the less scary before and during photos on my blog http://www.multidistracted.blogspot.com/
The during is because I am not done losing all the weight yet….
(THE DIAGNOSES OF MY FOOT)
At the Foot & Ankle Clinic Dr. Lap and staff are WONDERFUL! The first visit, they did an Xray and could not believe all of the things going on in my one big toe. I asked could I please show my husband the Xray so he could see what I had been telling him was real pain and not an all imagined reason to keep bringing up the foot episode years before. I had actually forgiven him for all that, but my stubborn foot had not. To see his face as the realization of the pain I had felt became real to him was worth the surgery.
Here are the highlights:
I had a BROKEN TOE BONE which had split and was growing to the left (which was the large extra toe on the outside of my big toe, and a sliver of bone arching down to stab into the flesh of my foot) the latter of which was only found during the surgery and was the cause of the sharp shooting screwdriver stabbing pain that I had experienced, ARTHRITIS, A BUNION, and a GANGLION CYST. They said the joint was mush and would have to be removed along with the cyst and they thought they may have to screw my new toe to my foot to make it realize that it was a part of my foot.
During pre-op I had to also go to the HEART Doctor for clearance (which is another story).
(MY FOOT SURGERY)
I am so glad that I did not look online at these surgeries before I had mine or I would probably not done it. Think about how they removed bones and filed bones from the bottom of my foot by a cut on the top of my foot extending from the toe to the ankle…My only thought is that they peeled back the flesh of my foot (OH IT HURTS TO TYPE THAT) When I asked at my second or first visit, how they did it, they laughed the doctor laugh and did not answer me.
In my own understanding, here is what they did… They cut off the bone that was sticking out the joint of my big toe, they filed down the sharp pointy bone that jabbed downward between my big toe and second toe into the flesh on bottom of my foot, they removed the mushy mass that was once my joint, and removed the gang of lions that roared and clawed in the joint causing pain.
(YOU CAN SKIP DOWN TO THE BOTTOM TO READ THE MEDICAL TERMS & see real photos IF YOU LIKE)
(STI
NKY, THE BOOT)
I got lucky; they did not have to use screws to fix my foot, and a month has gone by. I still hurt, but my foot feels better than it ever has before. I am walking on the bottom of it (still in the new boot) and can sleep on my left side. I did have to use crutches at first, because although the bone they had to file off needed to be removed, it was my bone and my foot was used to pressing the weight of my body on it. One of the most bothersome things was the fact that I could not shower for a week or so. Until finally, we used Stinky the Boot (that was the old boot I had before when I was still going to the foot doctor who thought he was a dietician) and wrap my foot in garbage bags with duct tape around the ankle just so I could get a shower. Believe it or not, now the new boot smells worse than Old Stinky the Boot.
(THE TOE CONDO
M?)
Most people have heard the idiom “My Foot!” which is an old fashioned saying that means something that you say after repeating something someone has just said, in order to show that you do not believe it. Although this story is painfully true, there will probably be times as you read it that you think to yourself, “My Foot!” but that is fine, because I know the truth of foot pain because I have lived with it for over 11 years.
I am going to start kind of in the middle, because it is the funniest part of the story, so bear with me as I skip around (pardon the pun). During the pre-op stuff, I was dozing off during my MRI when the technician rushes over and asks if my foot was on fire! Something like this:
Me: “Snore, snore”
Tech: (shakes me awake, yelling)”Is your foot burning?”
Me: (rubbing eyes) “Um, not that I know of.”
Tech: “Do you have metal in your foot?” at which point I think surgery has already happened and I now have a screw in my foot.
Me: “Um… Is surgery over?”
Tech: “No you are in pre-op, wake up, tell me do you feel sparks or heat in your foot?”
Me: (JOLTING AWAKE) “What! Fire? Metal? No!! Why?”
Tech: “The machine is seeing metal flakes on that foot. Do you have any idea why?”
Me: “Well, I did have red, white, and blue glittery stars on my nails for the 4th of July.”
It is now September, so I am (thinking)
“What an embarrassing way to admit that I do not always remove polish before reapplying.”
At this point the tech rolls me out of the machine, and looks at my foot and sure enough there was metal flake in the silver polish that I was wearing, so she had to go to emergency room and get polish remover pads for me to remove the polish so I did not have to reschedule.
Tech: “Never in 20 years of doing this have I seen polish cause sparks in the MRI machine!”
Leave it to me to mess up a million dollar machine…
(RANDOM THOUGHT)
I once heard a preacher talking about silly reasons that people miss Church. I know that people do make excuses, but that is beside the point, and completely irrelevant to my foot. The relevant part is that he said as he demonstrated in a funny kind of way, that some people will say, “I can’t go to Church because my big toe hurts.” And he continued to pretend to whine about a bunion, which I am assuming he has never had one of or he would realize the pain they cause. That was when I stood up and yelled “MY FOOT!”
Okay, not really. I did not actually stand up and yell, in reality, but in my mind. You know, kind of like Ally McBeal (who took most of her sitcom reactions from my real life). I imagined myself doing this.
(THE HISTORY OF MY FEET)
Let me explain something:
I do not, nor have I ever been able to stand someone so much as LOOKING AT MY FEET, much less touching them. I could barely stand to touch my own 3 children’s feet to put on shoes; therefore, they went barefooted a lot, which my daddy would not approve of were he still alive. When I was a child, going barefooted was NOT AN OPTION. This man wore shoes in the ocean, in the pool; I think he even wore them to sleep in occasionally. But as parents often are, he was right one day as I ran through the neighbor’s yard when I ran over a sharp pipe they had where the water from their washing machine drained in their yard and nearly cut my foot in half.
Tickling my feet is out of the question. Oddly enough parents think that it is funny to hold their children down and tickle them until they can’t breathe and cry and scream. This should be the only time that it is OKAY FOR A CHILD to beat the crap out of their parents all about the face and head until they STOP tickling the first time a child yells, STOP!!
My husband did not believe the seriousness of the DO NOT TOUCH MY FEET EVER rule and for a long time and thought it was cute to reach for my feet, grab at my feet, and occasionally glance the wrong way at my feet as if he were wondering if I was serious or acting about the importance of the DO NOT TOUCH MY FEET rule. He has even told me that in my sleep, if he WALKS PAST MY FEET to go to the restroom in the middle of the night, while sound asleep, I will jerk my feet up to the fetal position to protect them.
Subsequently (and relevant, I promise), I also do not like water where I cannot touch or see the bottom. I do not go under water unless I am standing on the bottom and holding my nose, STILL. (But the nearly drowning when I was a child stories will have to wait….) The last time my husband touched my feet was in a pool where he talked me into going into the deep end (I must have been drunk enough not to be scared) and he thought that as a reward for trusting him, it would be funny to go UNDER THE WATER AND PULL ME UNDER BY THE FEET. Many head and shoulder bruises, cuss words I cannot type, and 2 weeks of silence later, he realized that it was serious business to NOT TOUCH MY FEET!! I will not go into how he has now passed the tradition of pretending to want to touch my feet onto my children, who have also come to realize that mama is serious, do not touch the feet!
(BACK TO THE FOOT SURGERY STORY)
Now, to the reality of my foot injury and recent (one month ago) surgery on my right foot & big toe joint; I can’t possibly go back through over 11 years worth of details, so I will hit the high points (or the toe points).
Let’s see,
I was pregnant with my son who is now 11 (that is how I remember how long ago the pain began) Not because of my son, really it was because of my hubby, well……….. That didn’t come out right….. Anyway, to sum up the foot injury, We were moving for the 8th or 9th time and I was cleaning junk off our porch and throwing things to one side to keep and another to trash. Somehow during the porch cleaning, there was a fit of rage, a broom, and an argument with my then not near as sweet as he is now, hubby.
The result, a broken foot, which I thought was just a bruised foot. It turned black and blue and swelled up so big that I could not help finish cleaning or moving (aww, too bad). The really ironic thing is that had the internet been as advanced as it is now I could have clicked on this link to know the difference between broken and bruised http://www.ehow.com/how_6044_know-toe-broken.html I just had to share that because in looking for the definition of the terms below to describe the 4 things that were causing the pain in my one toe joint, I ran across the article you will see if you get distracted (as I did) and go to that link.
(DISTRACTION)
After my mother who stays well informed on any and all things, be it true or rumor, told me that the feet were one of the most important parts of the body and could affect your overall health, she said that she had heard that some cultures treat the feet for everything ranging from colds to major illnesses by treating the feet. I did some research and according to several sites of which this summed it up the best, mama was right and one of the best sites that sum this up I found this one http://www.drciprian.com/feet.htm :
Twenty five percent of the bones of your body are in your feet. If any of these bones are misaligned, your entire body could be affected. You might not even feel that you have a foot problem but it can be causing knee problems, hip or low-back problems, shoulder and neck problems and even headaches or stomachaches. Foot problems can also cause emotional stresses and physiological changes in the body like adrenal stress, blood sugar, fatigue and many others. Many doctors look to the mechanics of the foot for proper posture but there is so much more making up the foundation that we stand, walk and run on.
THAT SUMS UP SO MUCH OF MY LIFE THAT IT IS NOT EVEN FUNNY!! BUT, I won’t go there, yet.
OH MY! If only I could stay focused and get less distracted, thus the name of my most recent blog http://www.multidistracted.blogspot.com/
(FAST FORWARD)
...to 4 years ago when I began seeing a foot doctor because the pain had become so great that I was walking on the outside of my right foot and balancing all of my overweight body on the left hip, leg, knee, and ankle. Of course the doctor said I needed to lose weight which is very hard to do when you love food and can’t walk on your foot some days, much less exercise with the pain. In the meantime, he gave me steroid shots in the joint of my big toe. The shots were great, but made me forget I had pain in my foot, so I overdid it and caused further damage to my foot. I would go back; he would give me a shot, etc. Finally, I told him after a few months, that the diet wasn’t going so well and asked if he could, seeing as he was a foot doctor and not a dietician, simply operate on the foot to fix it. However, shortly afterward, after taking a teaching position, I lost my insurance. That is another story entirely and I do not want to get side tracked on insurance, lack thereof, and the ridiculous-ness of the cost of insurance. SO, I tried to ignore the pain, which was sometimes possible, My Foot!! It hurt always…
In the meantime, I had begun to see a chiropractor because of the terrible pain on the left side of my body in my joints which was by now, even worse than the pain in my right foot. Except during those moments when I would be walking along and feel a sharp shooting pain through the bottom of my foot that felt as though someone was stabbing me in the foot with a sharp screwdriver! I could not sleep on my left side because of the joint pain and the fact that my right big toe could not lay against the bed without jolting me awake. Due to the foot or perhaps it would have occurred anyway, I have been taking medicine for fibromyalgia and arthritis.
So, years passed, bringing me to the present. By the time I finally went to another foot doctor (and had lost almost 60 pounds) so I wouldn’t get the “lose weight” excuse.
For those who ask, How did you lose weight? GO HERE http://www.fit4life.lose10in10.com/
Also see a few of the less scary before and during photos on my blog http://www.multidistracted.blogspot.com/
The during is because I am not done losing all the weight yet….
(THE DIAGNOSES OF MY FOOT)
At the Foot & Ankle Clinic Dr. Lap and staff are WONDERFUL! The first visit, they did an Xray and could not believe all of the things going on in my one big toe. I asked could I please show my husband the Xray so he could see what I had been telling him was real pain and not an all imagined reason to keep bringing up the foot episode years before. I had actually forgiven him for all that, but my stubborn foot had not. To see his face as the realization of the pain I had felt became real to him was worth the surgery.
Here are the highlights:
I had a BROKEN TOE BONE which had split and was growing to the left (which was the large extra toe on the outside of my big toe, and a sliver of bone arching down to stab into the flesh of my foot) the latter of which was only found during the surgery and was the cause of the sharp shooting screwdriver stabbing pain that I had experienced, ARTHRITIS, A BUNION, and a GANGLION CYST. They said the joint was mush and would have to be removed along with the cyst and they thought they may have to screw my new toe to my foot to make it realize that it was a part of my foot.
During pre-op I had to also go to the HEART Doctor for clearance (which is another story).
(MY FOOT SURGERY)
I am so glad that I did not look online at these surgeries before I had mine or I would probably not done it. Think about how they removed bones and filed bones from the bottom of my foot by a cut on the top of my foot extending from the toe to the ankle…My only thought is that they peeled back the flesh of my foot (OH IT HURTS TO TYPE THAT) When I asked at my second or first visit, how they did it, they laughed the doctor laugh and did not answer me.
In my own understanding, here is what they did… They cut off the bone that was sticking out the joint of my big toe, they filed down the sharp pointy bone that jabbed downward between my big toe and second toe into the flesh on bottom of my foot, they removed the mushy mass that was once my joint, and removed the gang of lions that roared and clawed in the joint causing pain.
(YOU CAN SKIP DOWN TO THE BOTTOM TO READ THE MEDICAL TERMS & see real photos IF YOU LIKE)
(STI
NKY, THE BOOT)I got lucky; they did not have to use screws to fix my foot, and a month has gone by. I still hurt, but my foot feels better than it ever has before. I am walking on the bottom of it (still in the new boot) and can sleep on my left side. I did have to use crutches at first, because although the bone they had to file off needed to be removed, it was my bone and my foot was used to pressing the weight of my body on it. One of the most bothersome things was the fact that I could not shower for a week or so. Until finally, we used Stinky the Boot (that was the old boot I had before when I was still going to the foot doctor who thought he was a dietician) and wrap my foot in garbage bags with duct tape around the ankle just so I could get a shower. Believe it or not, now the new boot smells worse than Old Stinky the Boot.
(THE TOE CONDO
M?) To tell you how well l I am doing after the surgery, at my visit last week, after removing the foot wrap off my entire foot, they put band aids over the cut and said, almost as an afterthought,
“Oh wait! I have something for you.”
I was thinking, another boot? a wrap to cover the band aids, a lollipop for my pain and suffering like when I was a kid. ? A few moments later they returned with what looked to be A TOE CONDOM! I didn’t ask, I just said thank you and left. Do you know how hard it is to hold this on a toe that has not been able to grip the toe thingy on a flip flop for over 10 years? Apparently, the toe condom is to train the toe to remain part of the foot and not veer back to the left. I am thinking of selling the toe condom on eBay at my store called oddjunknobodywants or for info email oddjunknobodywants@gmail.com
(THE END?)
All that being said, I will be going for my post–op Xray later this week (it has been one month since surgery and the doctors have said I am healing fine. I may even be able to wear high heel shoes again one day, or exercise again and will ask if it is possible to get photos of before and after to post if there is any interest. I started to go online and use other peoples Xrays, just to show, but I am sure that there is some copyright or law against that.
I am telling you, if someone ever tells you the feet are not important, you say “My FOOT!”
(THE MEDICAL TERMS)
Ganglion cyst is a benign tumor, or lump that can technically occur anywhere on the body & are very common on the feet. It is basically a sac filled with fluid that arises from either a joint (space between two bones) or from a tendon (structure that attaches a muscle into bone). Ganglion cysts are also known as Bible cysts or sometimes Gideon cysts because years ago the recommended treatment was to smash the growth with a book in order to break it up and even the poorest of families had a Bible. I find it amazing that everything relates back to the Bible.
Arthritis pain can be very crippling. In the foot is no exception. The problems with arthritis arise in the chronic form, or the progressive form where the problem just keeps getting worse. In these cases things like cortisone injections or physical therapy may reduce the discomfort but the pain will usually return at some point in time. The type of arthritis most often seen in the feet is known as osteoarthritis, or the "wear and tear" type of arthritis. Basically, the joint just wears out over time.
Bunion, or hallux valgus, is a deformity of the big toe joint. Bunion pathology is usually manifested as a “bump” on the inside of the foot just behind the big toe. The bump can be very small or reasonably large; the size of which is not necessarily proportional to the amount of pain one can experience. Along with this bony bump there can be an associated
Bursitis which is a “cushion” that the body originally creates to protect an area from pressure or friction, but after a while this cushion can also become inflamed and painful. The last component of this deformity is the deviation of the big toe as it moves toward the second toe, sometimes even underlapping the second toe.
THAT IS THE NEW BOOT ( SEE NEXT POST) I COULD NOT UPLOAD ANYMORE
THAT IS MY FOOT NOW
(I cannot find the before pictures)
“Oh wait! I have something for you.”
I was thinking, another boot? a wrap to cover the band aids, a lollipop for my pain and suffering like when I was a kid. ? A few moments later they returned with what looked to be A TOE CONDOM! I didn’t ask, I just said thank you and left. Do you know how hard it is to hold this on a toe that has not been able to grip the toe thingy on a flip flop for over 10 years? Apparently, the toe condom is to train the toe to remain part of the foot and not veer back to the left. I am thinking of selling the toe condom on eBay at my store called oddjunknobodywants or for info email oddjunknobodywants@gmail.com
(THE END?)
All that being said, I will be going for my post–op Xray later this week (it has been one month since surgery and the doctors have said I am healing fine. I may even be able to wear high heel shoes again one day, or exercise again and will ask if it is possible to get photos of before and after to post if there is any interest. I started to go online and use other peoples Xrays, just to show, but I am sure that there is some copyright or law against that.
I am telling you, if someone ever tells you the feet are not important, you say “My FOOT!”
(THE MEDICAL TERMS)
Ganglion cyst is a benign tumor, or lump that can technically occur anywhere on the body & are very common on the feet. It is basically a sac filled with fluid that arises from either a joint (space between two bones) or from a tendon (structure that attaches a muscle into bone). Ganglion cysts are also known as Bible cysts or sometimes Gideon cysts because years ago the recommended treatment was to smash the growth with a book in order to break it up and even the poorest of families had a Bible. I find it amazing that everything relates back to the Bible.
Arthritis pain can be very crippling. In the foot is no exception. The problems with arthritis arise in the chronic form, or the progressive form where the problem just keeps getting worse. In these cases things like cortisone injections or physical therapy may reduce the discomfort but the pain will usually return at some point in time. The type of arthritis most often seen in the feet is known as osteoarthritis, or the "wear and tear" type of arthritis. Basically, the joint just wears out over time.
Bunion, or hallux valgus, is a deformity of the big toe joint. Bunion pathology is usually manifested as a “bump” on the inside of the foot just behind the big toe. The bump can be very small or reasonably large; the size of which is not necessarily proportional to the amount of pain one can experience. Along with this bony bump there can be an associated
Bursitis which is a “cushion” that the body originally creates to protect an area from pressure or friction, but after a while this cushion can also become inflamed and painful. The last component of this deformity is the deviation of the big toe as it moves toward the second toe, sometimes even underlapping the second toe.
THAT IS THE NEW BOOT ( SEE NEXT POST) I COULD NOT UPLOAD ANYMORE
THAT IS MY FOOT NOW
(I cannot find the before pictures)
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
The KING'S Daughter by Stormi Willis
THE KING’S DAUGHTER
BY STORMI WILLIS
It amazes and delights me when the Lord sends me a thought to write on or an idea comes to me that I am not sure of, but He is. Then He sends me a confirmation from His own word. Today, I was trying to come up with a pen name for articles that I have written to help women and girls find and know their place in this world we live in according to God’s preserved, infallible Word, the King James Version of the Bible. The name that kept coming to the forefront of my mind was ‘The King’s Daughter’. So, I created an email address ‘TheKingsDaughter@myway.com’ and when I got to the signature or tag line I looked over some notes I had regarding the word “write” as mentioned in the Bible. I came upon a verse that I wanted to use from Psalms 45:1 “My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue [is] the pen of a ready writer.” I thought that was very good, seeing as I have written most of my life and when the Lord, MY King, thinks enough about writing to put it in the Bible, I get really excited. But that is not the best part.
My Pastor has preached that it is always imperative to know who and what the verses are talking about and to whom they are talking to when you read the Bible. My Pastor’s Wife has taught that is very important to look up words in the dictionary so that you use them as intended, because many words do not mean what you think they do. Please notice that my Pastor is a Man who preaches to the entire Church and that my Pastor’s Wife is a woman. She teaches the ladies of the church who are interested how to have a happy home by becoming Godly women, wives, and mothers. He preaches, She teaches. She is not a preacher. There is no such thing as women preachers in the Bible. None, Anywhere, Period! It is not of God, just as it is not of God for marriage to be twisted into something evil. Men are to marry women and Women are to marry men. Anything that violates the sacred vows of marriage is evil and straight out of Hell.
Anyway, I was getting to the best part. The pen name I chose was ‘The King’s Daughter’ and the verse I found was good, but I had to look up the word inditing, which means to write down, proclaim, to give literary or formal expression to, to put down in writing.
So, I was on the right track, which was good. Then I went to my Bible to verify that the king in the verse was the Lord, who is the King of Kings. It was, and there was more… The best part is that twice in Psalms 45 were two references to The King’s Daughter. What a glorious confirmation for a woman like me, who was nothing when God found me and saved me, and is nothing without Him.
ãThe identity is not as important as the cause. June 2005, Stormi Willis
Psalms 45 KJV
“My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue [is] the pen of a ready writer.
Thou art fairer than the children of men: grace is poured into thy lips: therefore God hath blessed thee for ever. Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, O most mighty, with thy glory and thy majesty. And in thy majesty ride prosperously because of truth and meekness and righteousness; and thy right hand shall teach thee terrible things. Thine arrows are sharp in the heart of the king's enemies; whereby the people fall under thee. Thy throne, O God, is for ever and ever: the sceptre of thy kingdom is a right sceptre. Thou lovest righteousness, and hatest wickedness: therefore God, thy God, hath anointed thee with the oil of gladness above thy fellows. All thy garments smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia, out of the ivory palaces, whereby they have made thee glad. Kings' daughters were among thy honourable women: upon thy right hand did stand the queen in gold of Ophir. Hearken, O daughter, and consider, and incline thine ear; forget also thine own people, and thy father's house; So shall the king greatly desire thy beauty: for he is thy Lord; and worship thou him. And the daughter of Tyre shall be there with a gift; even the rich among the people shall intreat thy favour.
The king's daughter is all glorious within: her clothing is of wrought gold. She shall be brought unto the king in raiment of needlework: the virgins her companions that follow her shall be brought unto thee. With gladness and rejoicing shall they be brought: they shall enter into the king's palace. Instead of thy fathers shall be thy children, whom thou mayest make princes in all the earth. I will make thy name to be remembered in all generations: therefore shall the people praise thee for ever and ever.”
BY STORMI WILLIS
It amazes and delights me when the Lord sends me a thought to write on or an idea comes to me that I am not sure of, but He is. Then He sends me a confirmation from His own word. Today, I was trying to come up with a pen name for articles that I have written to help women and girls find and know their place in this world we live in according to God’s preserved, infallible Word, the King James Version of the Bible. The name that kept coming to the forefront of my mind was ‘The King’s Daughter’. So, I created an email address ‘TheKingsDaughter@myway.com’ and when I got to the signature or tag line I looked over some notes I had regarding the word “write” as mentioned in the Bible. I came upon a verse that I wanted to use from Psalms 45:1 “My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue [is] the pen of a ready writer.” I thought that was very good, seeing as I have written most of my life and when the Lord, MY King, thinks enough about writing to put it in the Bible, I get really excited. But that is not the best part.
My Pastor has preached that it is always imperative to know who and what the verses are talking about and to whom they are talking to when you read the Bible. My Pastor’s Wife has taught that is very important to look up words in the dictionary so that you use them as intended, because many words do not mean what you think they do. Please notice that my Pastor is a Man who preaches to the entire Church and that my Pastor’s Wife is a woman. She teaches the ladies of the church who are interested how to have a happy home by becoming Godly women, wives, and mothers. He preaches, She teaches. She is not a preacher. There is no such thing as women preachers in the Bible. None, Anywhere, Period! It is not of God, just as it is not of God for marriage to be twisted into something evil. Men are to marry women and Women are to marry men. Anything that violates the sacred vows of marriage is evil and straight out of Hell.
Anyway, I was getting to the best part. The pen name I chose was ‘The King’s Daughter’ and the verse I found was good, but I had to look up the word inditing, which means to write down, proclaim, to give literary or formal expression to, to put down in writing.
So, I was on the right track, which was good. Then I went to my Bible to verify that the king in the verse was the Lord, who is the King of Kings. It was, and there was more… The best part is that twice in Psalms 45 were two references to The King’s Daughter. What a glorious confirmation for a woman like me, who was nothing when God found me and saved me, and is nothing without Him.
ãThe identity is not as important as the cause. June 2005, Stormi Willis
Psalms 45 KJV
“My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue [is] the pen of a ready writer.
Thou art fairer than the children of men: grace is poured into thy lips: therefore God hath blessed thee for ever. Gird thy sword upon thy thigh, O most mighty, with thy glory and thy majesty. And in thy majesty ride prosperously because of truth and meekness and righteousness; and thy right hand shall teach thee terrible things. Thine arrows are sharp in the heart of the king's enemies; whereby the people fall under thee. Thy throne, O God, is for ever and ever: the sceptre of thy kingdom is a right sceptre. Thou lovest righteousness, and hatest wickedness: therefore God, thy God, hath anointed thee with the oil of gladness above thy fellows. All thy garments smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia, out of the ivory palaces, whereby they have made thee glad. Kings' daughters were among thy honourable women: upon thy right hand did stand the queen in gold of Ophir. Hearken, O daughter, and consider, and incline thine ear; forget also thine own people, and thy father's house; So shall the king greatly desire thy beauty: for he is thy Lord; and worship thou him. And the daughter of Tyre shall be there with a gift; even the rich among the people shall intreat thy favour.
The king's daughter is all glorious within: her clothing is of wrought gold. She shall be brought unto the king in raiment of needlework: the virgins her companions that follow her shall be brought unto thee. With gladness and rejoicing shall they be brought: they shall enter into the king's palace. Instead of thy fathers shall be thy children, whom thou mayest make princes in all the earth. I will make thy name to be remembered in all generations: therefore shall the people praise thee for ever and ever.”
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
WHAT! I've Been Blogged!! by Stormi Willis
WHAT! I’ve Been Blogged!!
By Stormi Willis
Ok, I am not claiming to be psychic, although I have been called psychotic (or was I only thinking that?) But, I can see a BLOGGERS ANONYMOUS coming. Seemingly overnight I have become addicted. Um, interested, perhaps would be a better word. No, ADDICTED to blogging… I have always had quite an addictive personality. Not my ONLY personality, mind you.
I have always written… everyday in fact in one form or another. But this Blogging is different. Perhaps it is because someone besides me may read it. Perhaps it is just meant to be that all of my years of looking for the right outlet for my writing have materialized. It could have to do with the fact that I have really NOT BEEN OUT OF MY HOUSE MUCH except to go to the doctor since foot surgery 3 weeks ago.
Whatever it is, while the limousine driver was on the way home, driving me from my doctor’s visit today; after doing the 'mama never does much rounds',
(you know, oldest son to work,
two younger children in the backseat,
and sweet hubby driving me around
(oh did I say limo)?
By Stormi Willis
Ok, I am not claiming to be psychic, although I have been called psychotic (or was I only thinking that?) But, I can see a BLOGGERS ANONYMOUS coming. Seemingly overnight I have become addicted. Um, interested, perhaps would be a better word. No, ADDICTED to blogging… I have always had quite an addictive personality. Not my ONLY personality, mind you.
I have always written… everyday in fact in one form or another. But this Blogging is different. Perhaps it is because someone besides me may read it. Perhaps it is just meant to be that all of my years of looking for the right outlet for my writing have materialized. It could have to do with the fact that I have really NOT BEEN OUT OF MY HOUSE MUCH except to go to the doctor since foot surgery 3 weeks ago.
Whatever it is, while the limousine driver was on the way home, driving me from my doctor’s visit today; after doing the 'mama never does much rounds',
(you know, oldest son to work,
two younger children in the backseat,
and sweet hubby driving me around
(oh did I say limo)?
I return home and run (hobble) to my computer, what do my wondering eyes should appear,
“WHAT!” I yell out, “I’VE BEEN BLOGGED!”,
To which the bodyguards rush over and say
“ROBBED? What do you mean you have been robbed?”
“No nincompoops, BLOGGED!” I report back to my younger son and sweet hubby who are only 2 of the 5 computer geeks in my home (did I say bodyguards)?
“No nincompoops, BLOGGED!” I report back to my younger son and sweet hubby who are only 2 of the 5 computer geeks in my home (did I say bodyguards)?
You get the point, Bloggers Anonymous will be knocking at our doors before we know it.
Hey, look, I gotta go, I could have been blogged while writing this.
Oh my, as if I didn’t have enough to do in a day, but that will have to be another blog.
Oh my, as if I didn’t have enough to do in a day, but that will have to be another blog.
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Break It Down Before We Break Down by Stormi Willis
Break It Down Before We Break Down
by Stormi Willis
How many times have you spent more time reading about and thinking about being organized than you have spent actually being organized? Is your computer the same way? What about your thoughts and mind in general.
It is fairly easy to get organized on paper, just as your budget seems to work on paper.
How often does this really work?
A few dollars short on a paycheck or a job that falls through and your entire budget has to be redone which leads you to search for better ways to handle your budget, thus wasting more time as your bill collectors stand, hand open and waiting.
One change in schedule and your entire written system is obsolete.
We hear that it is better to keep all appointments and daily tasks in one place. How hard is that?
How often do you find yourself writing on sticky notes and a desk calendar and trying (one more time) to use the computer thingy that is supposed to sync to your phone thingy and wonder why the company that you bought the phone from doesn’t have organizer software? Or how about finding what looks like the perfect solution at last and purchasing an organizer that is supposed to do it all, only to find that particular layout doesn’t quite go with your life.
How often have you found the perfect planner on paper, but realized that you would then have to enter items twice because there was no software with it to link to your phone.
Wouldn’t it be great if there was a way with the click of a button to organize all of the files in your computer where you could find them quickly before being whisked away by another thought or potential great idea?
I remember the days when I thought how great it would be to have a word processor that I could simply talk to and it would type all that I had to say. Then, when they invented one, it took hours on end to train (but did in fact help my quickly advancing carpal tunnel syndrome). Next, my computer crashed and all of the info I had stored for years to try to make my life more organized, vanished in an instant. Talk about total chaos in what I thought was an organized life!
I am hoping one day that we will simply be able to speak our thoughts, ideas, and appointments into a recording device on our phones and all of the scheduling can be done for us to click on print or view. I have contacted some of them who create these types of software and apparently, there is no such device as of yet. So, please save this article, because one day I may be famous for thinking of it. I am joking (kind of).
But seriously, what if you could find a way to simply break down all of the different areas of your life into smaller manageable tasks before you had a breakdown of sorts? I have a million ideas and have tried thousands of organizational techniques. But I struggle with getting them to work without becoming bored with them or finding a better way that no one has yet created or at least has not shared with me. So, please email me with ideas that might help us all find ways to break it down before having a breakdown. celebratemag@bellsouth.net
by Stormi Willis
How many times have you spent more time reading about and thinking about being organized than you have spent actually being organized? Is your computer the same way? What about your thoughts and mind in general.
It is fairly easy to get organized on paper, just as your budget seems to work on paper.
How often does this really work?
A few dollars short on a paycheck or a job that falls through and your entire budget has to be redone which leads you to search for better ways to handle your budget, thus wasting more time as your bill collectors stand, hand open and waiting.
One change in schedule and your entire written system is obsolete.
We hear that it is better to keep all appointments and daily tasks in one place. How hard is that?
How often do you find yourself writing on sticky notes and a desk calendar and trying (one more time) to use the computer thingy that is supposed to sync to your phone thingy and wonder why the company that you bought the phone from doesn’t have organizer software? Or how about finding what looks like the perfect solution at last and purchasing an organizer that is supposed to do it all, only to find that particular layout doesn’t quite go with your life.
How often have you found the perfect planner on paper, but realized that you would then have to enter items twice because there was no software with it to link to your phone.
Wouldn’t it be great if there was a way with the click of a button to organize all of the files in your computer where you could find them quickly before being whisked away by another thought or potential great idea?
I remember the days when I thought how great it would be to have a word processor that I could simply talk to and it would type all that I had to say. Then, when they invented one, it took hours on end to train (but did in fact help my quickly advancing carpal tunnel syndrome). Next, my computer crashed and all of the info I had stored for years to try to make my life more organized, vanished in an instant. Talk about total chaos in what I thought was an organized life!
I am hoping one day that we will simply be able to speak our thoughts, ideas, and appointments into a recording device on our phones and all of the scheduling can be done for us to click on print or view. I have contacted some of them who create these types of software and apparently, there is no such device as of yet. So, please save this article, because one day I may be famous for thinking of it. I am joking (kind of).
But seriously, what if you could find a way to simply break down all of the different areas of your life into smaller manageable tasks before you had a breakdown of sorts? I have a million ideas and have tried thousands of organizational techniques. But I struggle with getting them to work without becoming bored with them or finding a better way that no one has yet created or at least has not shared with me. So, please email me with ideas that might help us all find ways to break it down before having a breakdown. celebratemag@bellsouth.net
Let the Blogging Begin by Stormi Willis
Let the Blogging Begin
by Stormi Willis
Well, thank you Jeannie, Dawn, and ABC for giving credibility to blogging. My good friend, that would be Jeannie, (and avid reader of the newspaper articles and small Magazine I design, write, and occasionally publish free to the public when we can afford to print it) saw Dawn’s story on ABC News. Knowing me, she called and said, “This is for you, it is what you were born to do.” Don’t you love when rhymes slip out like that?
A few years ago, during one of my many searches for legit publishers and writing sources, I’d read about blogs and considered it, I think I even created one. But I had never heard of it or any actual people who did it, I asked my husband what he thought about my blogging and he said that it would be great if I started jogging. When I told my mother that I had thought of blogging on the internet she became distressed and said that she thought she had taught me better than that.
SO, still searching for a way that I could write with a freedom of speech Celebrate Magazine was born, and although we have some subscribers, we have no advertisers, (enough said). Still, writing is like breathing to me. It relieves my stress, helps me think more clearly and has probably saved my life and the lives of others who I may have written a letter to then shredded!! LOL Seriously, writing is more about helping people in daily life and making them laugh. So today I join the jogging nation because of you Dawn, (I mean blogging nation). With my many personalities (I mean, points of view) it will be anything but boring. Perhaps you will give me a read at http:\\multidistracted.blogspot.com
by Stormi Willis
Well, thank you Jeannie, Dawn, and ABC for giving credibility to blogging. My good friend, that would be Jeannie, (and avid reader of the newspaper articles and small Magazine I design, write, and occasionally publish free to the public when we can afford to print it) saw Dawn’s story on ABC News. Knowing me, she called and said, “This is for you, it is what you were born to do.” Don’t you love when rhymes slip out like that?
A few years ago, during one of my many searches for legit publishers and writing sources, I’d read about blogs and considered it, I think I even created one. But I had never heard of it or any actual people who did it, I asked my husband what he thought about my blogging and he said that it would be great if I started jogging. When I told my mother that I had thought of blogging on the internet she became distressed and said that she thought she had taught me better than that.
SO, still searching for a way that I could write with a freedom of speech Celebrate Magazine was born, and although we have some subscribers, we have no advertisers, (enough said). Still, writing is like breathing to me. It relieves my stress, helps me think more clearly and has probably saved my life and the lives of others who I may have written a letter to then shredded!! LOL Seriously, writing is more about helping people in daily life and making them laugh. So today I join the jogging nation because of you Dawn, (I mean blogging nation). With my many personalities (I mean, points of view) it will be anything but boring. Perhaps you will give me a read at http:\\multidistracted.blogspot.com
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